I also wanted to give a nod to my darling Avanté. She sat for 4.5 months in our basement, freezing her butt off in the record-setting cold and snow-filled winter of Essex County/Detroit area, and when I loaded the Dogwood quilt, threaded the Isacord thread, put in a pre-wound bobbin of The Bottom Line, and did not even oil her, just checked tension, she sewed like a dream. Unreal. I must write a note to Handi Quilter and tell them!
I have a new machine in my basement:
I'm onto another of Cynthia's scrap quilts. This one is #4. I guess that's the beauty of hopping on the quilt along late: I don't have to do the quilts in order! I love the colours in the dogwood quilt #1, but it ended up going too purple. Maybe should have called it Dreaming of Wisteria, as I did see some of that along the way too. Too late now. So this one is going to be pink and green and white, and we'll see how she turns out.
|LOOOVE this fabric|
Ironed, and ready to slice into. I took this to show you the organized chaos of my cutting/pressing table last night. Clockwise from the top left you see: candles burning for scent but also for heat, lol; Caesar salad and wine (THAT close to fabric?? I took my chances, as I only got home from yoga at 7, took Rocco for his 15-minute after-supper walk, and decided to eat and work); nail polish to remind me each day to put on another coat of Duri, which works SO well; a small pile of 2 1/2" squares for who knows what, but I'm trying to organize as well as make a serious dent in my scraps; growing pile of pink squares for the current quilt, stacked in sets of 13, so I'll need 5 piles to equal 65 squares; fabric ready to be cut; a few green squares started; a growing pile of strips for another scrap quilt of Cynthia's; and finished rolled up scraps left! I found a often had a couple inches left on the side of a scrap piece, so I started cutting them off into 11" long strips with another scrap quilt in mind.
|130 - 4 1/2" squares done!|
It took me 2 hours to cut all the green ones. That's crazy. Oh well. I was getting that high that I get when playing with fabric. A dizzy and bubbling-up excited feeling. I feel like I'm painting with fabric. I love putting the different shades of the same colour together, looking at the way the values play across a quilt top. Yes, I have a plethora of scrap and pieces of fabric in 1/4 or 1/3 or 1/2 yard cuts, but it's my palette, and I won't apologize. Moreover, it does help to insulate the house, snort.
And I have had two brainwaves, one of which I acted upon, for yet another scrap quilt, this one of my own design. Here it is in the baby stages.
Morning walk time, and then basement corner time!